看到雪晶的秋天的诗，想起我以前写过的一首

On Thanksgiving day

 

Walking in a woods all dressed up in Autumn's red

I insist on being colorless

And transparent, a bottle floating in the waves

Carrying a sealed message

Addressed to an unknown person.

Without me, nothing exists.

Through me, everything is revealed.

Like anything light or imaginary

I never stay

And forever invariant.